Part Thirty Four – Medellin Salsamatic

I have received a number of notes expressing concern over the lack of postings in the last couple of weeks so this posting is to put your collective minds at rest. Please be assured that I am still alive and in Colombia having spent some time in Medellin.

Far from spending all of his time loafing around the many bars of Parque Lleras in the central restaurant / bar district throwing down endless shots of the local absinthe variant and beer chasers,  [well, in truth doing a good bit of that]…your correspondent has also been working on his salsa moves. Now, it’s not easy for your average gringo to overcome a propensity to hop around the dance floor like some highly strung robot and slip into the Colombian salsa groove. This makes it all the more amazing that Buff3y was able to leap from the bicycle and onto the dance floor and in the process miraculously and instantaneously adopt the sensuous moves and sexily gyrating hips of a ‘Paisa‘ (a local of Medellin).

I was tempted not to post the footage of our dance class as it might raise the expectations of any prospective students to Baila-Latina to unreasonably high levels given that the salsa moves are so obviously groovy in the extreme. Yet Yamile seems somehow able to teach even the most incompetent tourist how to give it up on the dance floor.

Can’t remember the name of this maneuver but please don’t try this at home without strict supervision
With my infinitely patient Dance Instructor Yamile

Part Thirty Two – Cartagena Colombia

Have now arrived in Colombia by sea from Panama and have decided to spend a week in Cartagena to rest and prepare for the coming road south. This city gets a post in its own right not only because it is a pit stop prior to taking on the rest of South America but it is also highly recommended for any to come here and sample the picture postcard streets of this beautiful city.

Am not whiling away the days merely taking photos of leafy balconies (along with the army of other clicking tourists here), but have signed up for some Spanish language and salsa classes (thankfully not simultaneously). After just two lessons I appear to have become the King of Salsa and can also freely converse in upward of 17 Spanish words. Much to my chagrin, due to the similarity in pronunciation of the Spanish word for ‘years’, phonetically ‘anyos’ and the English ‘anus’, I have come to the belated and embarrassing realisation that I have been proudly announcing to all and sundry along the cycling route that should I make it to the south of Chile that it will take me “one and a half bottom holes”.

The Meeting of the Americas has been in town bringing with it convoys of heads of state, road blocks and a clearing out of garbage bins and street carts. One bonus, however, has been the form of the security provided by Colombia that has included undoubtedly the most sexy instruments of state oppression of the unruly masses imaginable, personified by the unrelentingly cute Karinita and her riot police squady friends.

My little hotel in the old city has a coffee shop across the square and a pastry shop downstairs. Its going to be very difficult to drag myself away from this city but drag I must as all points south of this continent await.

Horse at Night

Picture selling Cartagena
House facades Cartagena

Historico Central Cartagena
Buff3y doing his bit for police /citizen relations
Karinita and Buff3y
Sexiest riot cops in the world
Church in Cartagena
Getsemani Cartagena
Watching Soccer Cartagena
Graffiti Getsemani - Resist Gentrification!
Graffiti Getsemani
Getsemani Cartagena
Graffiti in Getsemani
Cartagena Parrots
Door Knocker Cartagena